Page 144 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bearest: [160]
Kneel thou down Philip, but rise more great,
Arise Sir Richard, and Plantagenet.

BASTARD
Brother by th’ mother’s side, give me your hand:
My father gave me honour, yours gave land.

Now blessed be the hour, by night or day, [165]
When I was got, Sir Robert was away!

ELEANOR
The very spirit of Plantagenet!
I am thy grandam, Richard; call me so.

BASTARD

Madam, by chance but not by truth; what though?
Something about, a little from the right, [170]
In at the window, or else o’er the hatch:
Who dares not stir by day must walk by night,
And have is have, however men do catch.

Near or far off, well won is still well shot,
And I am I, howe’er I was begot. [175]

KING JOHN
Go, Faulconbridge: now hast thou thy desire;
A landless knight makes thee a landed squire.

Come, madam, and come, Richard, we must speed
For France, for France, for it is more than need.

BASTARD
Brother, adieu: good fortune come to thee! [180]
For thou wast got i’ th’ way of honesty.
[Exeunt all but Bastard.]

A foot of honour better than I was,
But many a many foot of land the worse.
Well, now can I make any Joan a lady.

“Good den, Sir Richard!” − “God-a-mercy, fellow!” − [185]